Sometimes I forget about silence. Often I forget to go slow. Swimming helps. You can’t wear earbuds while swimming. Well, maybe you can, but I don’t have any such fancy earbuds. So you are left alone with the sound of the water mixed with brief intervals of shrieking pool children. And thoughts. My thoughts while swimming lately have been all about going slow. It seems to be a theme...
Having the guys go off to their dad’s for a month is something I have been looking forward to for some time. It’s part of the parenting agreement, and the first few years after the divorce, it was honored by The Other Parent. (And here I don’t want to sound like a bitter ex-spouse, but I think it’s important for me to provide some background.) The first year The Other...
to falling rain as I fall asleep. Night night.
I keep having this vivid memory of my first day of work at the Kinko’s on Clark and Wellington in Chicago. I remember I brought a sandwich or something with me, but I didn’t want to eat it in the break room for some reason, so I took a walk and ended up eating my lunch on a bus stop bench outside of a drug store. I’m wondering why I remember this so vividly. I can even feel the...
“let your mind be like a tightly woven net to catch feelings that come, and investigate them before you react.” -Ajahn Chan
It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you...– Jean Baudrillard